Yuletide Youtube: Small Business Thursday
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valarltdSounds of the Season:
Souling originated as a Halloween custom (all Souls Day) and drifted into the Wassailing. But I fell for this song the moment I heard it.
Merry Moments, geekery, cartoon fashion:
Small business Thursday:
Elizabeth Donald,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reannon, is not just a reporter or horror author. She's also a photographer who does brilliantly beautiful work. We like her pictures so much, we purchased use of one as the cover of an anthology
Check out everything from graveyard angels to Jamaican Beaches to beautiful flowers at her Etsy shop.
https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/ElizabethDonald
And just for a bit, have the holiday story from that horror anthology.
From "The Longest Night" by Rick Wasserman
“Why you continue to perpetuate this folly every year is beyond my comprehension.”
“Are you jealous, Qayin?” Jude looked up from his book of secrets and fixed his elder companion with an eyebrow arched in challenge. Jude knew that using Cain’s birth name always wounded him, but he was determined to not have this discussion again.
“Do not use that name,” Cain said. His fists were clenched in rage, but his eyes… Oh, his eyes told a different story. They spoke of pain, regret, and a secret fear of what will inevitably come one day.
“Do not call me Iscariot then,” Jude said with a shrug. “You are lucky to have me, and I know it. How many millennia did you walk alone before I came along?”
“You know how many.” Cain looked sullen with his bushy hair hung over his bearded face. The only hint of his eyes was a slight twinkle from the shadows. He was just so adorable when he felt vulnerable, and he always smelled so nice after the Mark had its way with him, but this was not the night for such thoughts.
“Count yourself fortunate that our respective curses are so complimentary. It’s almost as though 'you know who' had an actual plan.” Jude smiled as Cain’s brooding veneer cracked and his shoulders shook as he gave a little chuckle. “There, that’s better, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Cain replied, “But this, thing, it bothers me. Why this night?”
“You know the reasons behind that very well, otherwise you wouldn’t have used the satisfaction of your curse to support mine. The longest night is when the veil is thinnest, and I must have my revenge upon the Harlot.”
“Forget the Harlot,” Cain pleaded. “Forget Yehshua. Let them both rest in dust. Just be with me, always, or at least till the end of days. Isn’t that revenge enough?”
“You stop killing them then,” Jude said, looking directly in to Cain’s eyes, challenging him. “Give up your vengeance and maybe I’ll give up mine.”
“You know I can’t. For so long as Hevel cries out for Aclima I am doomed to seek out the blood of her line, our line.”
“So it is with me. But this time you have saved me the body again, yes?”
“I have,” Cain said, “as well as collecting the blood of a high Roman to bathe it in.”
Souling originated as a Halloween custom (all Souls Day) and drifted into the Wassailing. But I fell for this song the moment I heard it.
Merry Moments, geekery, cartoon fashion:
Small business Thursday:
Elizabeth Donald,
reannon, is not just a reporter or horror author. She's also a photographer who does brilliantly beautiful work. We like her pictures so much, we purchased use of one as the cover of an anthologyCheck out everything from graveyard angels to Jamaican Beaches to beautiful flowers at her Etsy shop.
https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/ElizabethDonald
And just for a bit, have the holiday story from that horror anthology.
From "The Longest Night" by Rick Wasserman
“Why you continue to perpetuate this folly every year is beyond my comprehension.”
“Are you jealous, Qayin?” Jude looked up from his book of secrets and fixed his elder companion with an eyebrow arched in challenge. Jude knew that using Cain’s birth name always wounded him, but he was determined to not have this discussion again.
“Do not use that name,” Cain said. His fists were clenched in rage, but his eyes… Oh, his eyes told a different story. They spoke of pain, regret, and a secret fear of what will inevitably come one day.
“Do not call me Iscariot then,” Jude said with a shrug. “You are lucky to have me, and I know it. How many millennia did you walk alone before I came along?”
“You know how many.” Cain looked sullen with his bushy hair hung over his bearded face. The only hint of his eyes was a slight twinkle from the shadows. He was just so adorable when he felt vulnerable, and he always smelled so nice after the Mark had its way with him, but this was not the night for such thoughts.
“Count yourself fortunate that our respective curses are so complimentary. It’s almost as though 'you know who' had an actual plan.” Jude smiled as Cain’s brooding veneer cracked and his shoulders shook as he gave a little chuckle. “There, that’s better, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Cain replied, “But this, thing, it bothers me. Why this night?”
“You know the reasons behind that very well, otherwise you wouldn’t have used the satisfaction of your curse to support mine. The longest night is when the veil is thinnest, and I must have my revenge upon the Harlot.”
“Forget the Harlot,” Cain pleaded. “Forget Yehshua. Let them both rest in dust. Just be with me, always, or at least till the end of days. Isn’t that revenge enough?”
“You stop killing them then,” Jude said, looking directly in to Cain’s eyes, challenging him. “Give up your vengeance and maybe I’ll give up mine.”
“You know I can’t. For so long as Hevel cries out for Aclima I am doomed to seek out the blood of her line, our line.”
“So it is with me. But this time you have saved me the body again, yes?”
“I have,” Cain said, “as well as collecting the blood of a high Roman to bathe it in.”
